Consciousness

We assume creatures like crustaceans and caterpillars have no consciousness of that “thing:” we call emotion. How could they, after all? They are not human so how could they possibly possess a human characteristic like emotion? Yet we do not hesitate to ascribe to dogs the capacity not only to feel emotional ups and downs like humans, but to influence our emotions. Where, then, is the dividing line between consciousness, in the human sense, and simple existence?

Perhaps we believe only mammals are capable of emotion. But we tend to think of cats as cold and emotionless (at least I do), self-absorbed creatures capable of caring only for and about themselves. And what about goats and raccoons and anteaters?

Quite some time ago, I wrote a few comments about an experiment that suggested the possibility of plants responding to external stimuli (in the form of temperature or wounds) in a way akin to the way animal respond to pain.  I had always assumed, as I think do most people, plants lack the physical structures necessary to feel pain. But that assumption is based on so many other assumptions that have no basis in known facts; our assumptions rely on our incredibly limited experience. The experiment gave me pause; just how myopic is my view of the world?

Our experience is based solely on our experience; we cannot experience the world around us as anything but ourselves. We cannot realistically hope to know how a dog or an otter or a dragonfly experiences the world. But, often, we behave as if we know how they see the world. Most of them, we believe, are automatons who experience the world entirely in instinctual reactions to both internal and external stimuli. Ants behave in biochemically predictive ways. Cardinals and pigeons fly through life in similarly reactive states; not thinking, but simply being.  Or so we assume.

Why is it we have no compunction about killing a spider or a cockroach, yet we respond in horror when we hear about someone killing a kitten or a seal?

Somewhere in this confused jumble of thoughts on the consciousness of living things is a theory of life, but it’s just an embryonic idea that needs time to grow before attempting to crawl out of my head.  I think an article by Micheal Gerson, sent to me by a friend, reviewing Yuval Noah Harari’s book “Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind,” may have nourished that seed of an idea.

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4 Responses to Consciousness

  1. I think. I write. I wish. I wander. says:

    Holly, I had not seen either of the clips you posted; one make me angry and the other made me laugh out loud in shame! Can you guess which had what effect? 😉

  2. Holly Forrest says:

    Thought of another thing on this topic. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayrHA-Q4nuI

  3. Millie says:

    I have read that the wonderful smell of newly-mown grass is actually a chemical scream of pain that the grass makes to warn other grass in the area of an assault.

    I once saw a bumper sticker that said, “If fish could scream, fewer people would fish.”

    I raised two baby raccoons and can tell you that they are sentient beings.

    The world is full of more pain- and more joy- than we humans can imagine

  4. Holly Forrest says:

    This rumination reminds me of a scene in August: Osage County. I haven’t seen the film, just the stage play at Arkansas Repertory Theatre, but I found the clip on youtube. It’s a hilarious take on a thought-provoking question. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwnUGKhCoFw If you’ve not seen the play or film, I’d suggest you do. Some great writing there.

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